The Guardian Angel
Take your needle my child and
work at your pattern it will come out a
rose by and by. Life is like that...one
stitch at a time taken patiently.
~Oliver Wendell Holmes 1867~
Friday, December 7, 2012
I have a fancy for cofee pots..it's true...
Vintage of course or so it might seem. I suppose I do sorta fancy them, I don't know why. I like coffee, and in the right kind of pot can make or break it. Mr. Coffee's have been around a long time, and over the years..I don't think they are all that...they are fast..it doesn't mean good coffee. Usually my first cup is the best and after that...they just arn't as good. We have a Keurig at work...not something I would want for myself either.So when my 3rd Mr. Coffee in as many years wouldn't produce the java this week, my heart hearkened back to one which caught my eye at a local consignment shop..it made my heart go pitter patter...
I left it there sadly,over the summer.. knowing what my DH would say bringing home yet another coffee pot. The last one the Corningware Blue Willow sits on my stove..I bought that one for nostalgia, as a little girl had a set of those dishes..I brought it up to him again about "THE POT" that I saw...go get it he said...surely I thought I had mis heard him, I didn't question or asked to repeat..I got in the car before he could change his mind. LOL
I arrived at the little shoppe all filled with wonderful throwback items..I have bought several things here, it is a consignment shoppe. I meandered through from front to back in the little store, preparing myself incase the coffee pot, excuse me, percolator was sold since the last time.
It was still there! In fact there were 2 now...the one which I saw originally, and a second one which wasn't taken care of quite as well.
There is a nostalgia for this pot also, carried in my hearts memory...long long time ago, a little girl fascinated with this coffe pot..I don't remember who had one, if it was my mom, or an Aunt...but I loved to watch it make coffee.... Back in the day..when you went to visit coffee was always on, and the aroma of the ground beans would fill the house, it was welcoming and friendly and some lovely sort of homemade bakery to go with it all. This is that percolator....it makes wonderful coffee, and it is steaming hot, and cup after cup it tastes just as good....I get tickled just plugging it in...
Oh...the simple joy of the hearts memories...for just a moment...I am that little girl again....watching the coffee being made, and smelling that aroma...and that comfy cozy feeling....from my old
Vintage Percolator....thank you lady who took such good care of you that I may now enjoy....the memory again....and again...
Circa 1960, there are lights in the bottom, that are lit, and the coffee drips down and the water changes to a beautiful caramel color, and they brewing cycle continues..It takes about 5 minutes
for 5 cups...and the aroma.....:)
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